Yes, I know. Monte looks pitiful there curled up in the new snow we are receiving this morning. But look again.
This is the view I had of this snow dog after I asked if he wanted to come inside. It's as good as "talk to the hand," don't you think? He's still sitting right in this spot, watching the snow fall, happy as a ... well, you know.
The February Hello Yarn Club fiber arrived Thursday. It begged to jump on my new spinning wheel, so I obliged it. After Adrian's recent blog post about fractal spinning and hand spun knitted socks, how could I resist?
4 ounces prepped fractally (is that a word?) and spun up on 2 bobbins ... ready to ply. I'm getting more and more about the intentional spinning. I suppose that happens sooner or later. As much yarn as I've spun for the sheer joy of spinning it, without any project in mind, I've developed a little more of a sense of planning things. Sometimes it's hard to find that perfect project for 137 yards of precious hand spun and so it just sits and gets stroked which is ok but has become increasingly dissatisfying.
Before the Hello Yarn Club fiber came, on Monday I received my Dyeabolical February club fiber. Well, received isn't exactly an honest portrayal of events. I fetched it. From Rachel's office. At the beginning of an ice storm. Hey, it's BFL Silk, okay? Now it's 534 yards of light dk weight BFL silk in the Chocolate, Cherries, and Wine colorway and destined to become a Baktus or a Lacy Baktus. This stuff is yummy. I'm a bit crazy after all... and I have a new spinning wheel and I have deadline knitting. Can you think of any better reason to spin up hundreds of yards of club fiber yarn? I can't.
But, back to the topic at hand.
For me? Snow falling, hand kit socks, an ipod with a new book on it, a heavily cabled baby sweater (Remix again, Tadpoles and Tiddlers book again -- check Ravelry), and banana muffins in the oven.
For Hubster? Home, in his office/mancave/den with a new biography and a cup of coffee.
For the kids? Still asleep, of course.
We're all as happy as pigs in mud.